Beatrix
Beatrix stared at her brother, as he shifted again. She gestured to Astra, "Keep nudging him," The new shift was one she recognized, after a brief fear that he'd turned into a skunk, but no, not quite a skunk. Honey badger.
She studied the creature for a moment, before she started walking, hoping the luxure could help lead the badger-that-was-her-brother. She didn't want to arrive home with claw marks and bite marks up and down her arms and face, after all.
There was no way in hell she was picking up that shift. Why couldn't he just stay human... er, relatively human and follow her like a good big brother?
She studied the creature for a moment, before she started walking, hoping the luxure could help lead the badger-that-was-her-brother. She didn't want to arrive home with claw marks and bite marks up and down her arms and face, after all.
There was no way in hell she was picking up that shift. Why couldn't he just stay human... er, relatively human and follow her like a good big brother?
Let's see how long you'll last, puppet.
